Day: 15. February 2012

“Wake up!” A voiced screamed in my ear.I jumped up and hit my forehead on Ryan who was leaning right over me.

“Ow!” He shouted and fell back. “Jeez what’s wrong? You were screaming in you sleep.”

I was sweating and my hair was sticking to the back of my neck. My blanket was twisted all around me and Ryan was sitting next to me with his forehead growing a bit red and a concerned look on his face. I was breathing heavily and couldn’t seem to slow down heartbeat.

“What happened?” He asked once I could breath normally again.

“I just–I just had a bad dream.”

He knew that wasn’t all but didn’t say anything. Instead he pulled me into a hug a rested his chin on my head. I was too tired and scared to do anything else then let him and relaxed into him. After a second I pulled away as insecurity and guilt moved in the place of fear.

“We should go.” I said leaving Ryan alone to pack. I didn’t speak to him again.

We rode on and on for 3 more days, saying nothing the whole time. I saw that he desperately wanted to say anything but didn’t seem able to find the words. The savanna went through a change as we moved out of it and into the meadows that reminded me a lot of my homeland. Rolling hills doted the country side and while we were stopping for a midday break, I noticed how cold it was getting. Fall was ending and winter was right around the corner.

“We should head over to the market, by some supplies for the winter and maybe settle down in an inn for the winter.”

“Yeah. Where’s the market?”

“A little north from here. A days ride. Let’s go.”I hopped on Blaze before he could respond and rode off.

“Claire? Come on. We need to talk.” He said to me that night.

“Not now Ryan. I’m too tired.” A complete lie. I was more then awake.

“Claire…” I gave a sigh and dropped the subject. I bit my lip and scowled myself. He was just trying to make up and I wasn’t helping. But I didn’t say anything.

The next morning was horrible one. To start it off, our food supply was eaten during the night. Then Ryan’s horse got lose and we spent a good 30 minutes chasing it around in the frosted air. And to top it off Ryan and I didn’t say one word to each other the whole time. Finally after a whole day of excruciating silence, the market came into view. The sun had just set when we enter the market and found a small inn to stay at the night. Many heads turned our way when we walked in the front door.

“May I help you?” the manager asked.

“Yes. 2 rooms for the night please. The cheapest you have.”

“Yes, yes of course.” he rummaged around his desk and pulled out 2 keys. No bracelet or anything. Roamers were simple people and didn’t bother with such high technology but never built tents to sleep in like Barbarians. “Will you be paying in Savvy or Barbarian money?”

“I’ll pay for my own room.” Ryan whispered in my ear. The first words he spoke to me all day.

“Both.” I answered the manager.

“Um ok then. 5 rods a 14 dollars.” We handed in our money and I realized how I never had to use any of the money ever since I left my tribe. Everyone I’ve met have always provided for me. “Dinner will be served shortly in the dinning room just around the corner.”

“Thank you.”

We left and found our rooms right next to each other and parted ways silently as we entered our rooms. They were actually very cozy and snug with only small bad and a desk in the corner. I tossed my bag on the bed and flopped down next to it, staring at the ceiling and relaxing from a long day’s ride. A knock came from my door a Ryan walked in.

“The food is cooked. we should go.” I nodded and walked toward the door until Ryan held his hand out to block my way. He leaned forward and was so close that I was pressed against the wall and could still feel his breathing against my cheek. “We need to talk.”

“There is nothing to talk about.” I looked away at the ground but Ryan just craned his neck and looked in my eyes.

“There’s a lot to talk about.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?! That you like me? That you know I like you too? About the fact that even after all of it I will still be engaged to a man who is destined to become leader of the tribe in only a few years? Those are things that I don’t want to talk about, Ryan.”

“Then at least answer me this. Why did you kiss me back the other night? If you really want me to stay away I will. But I don’t think you do.”

“I don’t but…” I slid down the wall and buried my face in my arms. “This is a disaster.” I whimpered.

“It is.”

“You just don’t get it.” He stayed silent for a moment and I felt him sit down next to me wrap his arms around me.

“You’re right… I don’t. So explain it to me. Explain why you just won’t look at me or talk to me.” I looked up at him with the last bit of self-control I had.

“Because if I fall for you, then marry Drake, what will happen then huh? I can’t just forget, Ryan. I can never forget.”

He didn’t say anything and didn’t bother stopping me when I got up and walked out of the room. I brushed away the tears that I felt forming in my eyes as I walked into the dinning room. As soon as I opened the door, the smell of soup and bread wafted around me making my stomach growl. The room divided into 2 different sections with one side belonging to the Barbarians and the other housing the Savvies. Each side didn’t even dare to look at the other unless it was to send hateful and disgusted glares. A bowl of soup was passed to me and I settled down in the corner watching the Barbarians and Savvies take turns glaring at each other. Ryan walked in and grabbed a bowl for himself and picked up a little bit of bread as well. We was about to walk over to me until he caught me eyeing him warning and slightly shaking my head no. Already had the Barbarians and Savvies broke into whispers when they saw where Ryan was about to sit. Ryan turned and walked away to the other side of tape that marked the boarders. I received questioning glances from my people and saw that same happening to Ryan thought he seemed to have not noticed. Every time I looked up his gaze seemed locked on me. It made eating a bit uncomfortable. I took some bread to scoop up the rest of my soup that hid at the bottom of the bowl. The room was ominously silent as I stood up to hand my bowl back in. The clang from behind me was startling in the dead silence.

“Claire?” A voiced haunted me. I knew that voice. A voice I had grown up with but never really met. I slowly turned around to face my fiancee.

“Drake?”

(Aye is pronounced like “Eye”…not Ay, just in case XD)

Finn kicked himself mentally as he sat outside his brother’s hospital room. His brother was in there now, in what could very well be a coma.

Finn sighed.

“Stop speeding Finn!” Aye yelled at his older brother. Finn only laughed and slowed down a fraction.

“Come on, the road is clear. We aren’t going to crash. Where’s your sense of fun?!”

Yes, because colliding with a speeding truck, smashing your head against the windscreen and passing out was fun.

Finn himself had only gotten away with a broken arm and a neck injury. Aye wasn’t so lucky. He flew forward, hit his head on the windscreen and passed out. Finn had dragged him out of the car and to the side of the road, pulling off his jacket and pressing it to Aye’s head wound, which was steadily bleeding.

Aye’s condition was stable, as the doctors put it. Finn growled under his breath. Doctors always said stable. What does that even mean? Couldn’t they give a proper description?

“When will my brother wake up?” Finn asked as a doctor came out of the room. The doctor sighed dramatically and shrugged.

“We can’t tell you for sure, son. There’s a chance he may not ever wake up. You were lucky to even get away with a broken bone. Some people don’t survive a crash at the speed the truck hit you at…”

Finn grasped his brother’s pale hand.

“You WILL wake up, Aye. You’ve got to” he whispered fiercely, squeezing his eyes shut to restrain the tears. Finn sat in silence, listening to the steady beeps of Aye’s heart monitor. There were a few scary moments where the line seemed to go flat, but they soon picked up again.

Finn had slunk off when his parents arrived. He didn’t feel like talking. He wandered restlessly round the wards, wondering what to do.

Get a drink? No money

Go outside? Too cold

Read a magazine? Boring

So, I was listening to ATBAB (All Things Bright And Beautiful) album by Owl City and while Hospital Flowers was playing I came up with this.

Don’t panic, I am still thinking about carrying on with Just Be Friends. Depends. Just gonna start over with something else, cause that story is absolutely driving me insane. Seriously, it doesnt add up in the end. I dont even think there is an end to that story. It just goes on and on and on. Meh, whatever. Should’ve seen it coming. I hate writing fantasy stories now >__<

The next day, while Slugger was sleeping, I debated the pros and cons of both Caleb and Elijah. I decided to be partial to Elijah even if my parents would disapprove. Elijah was funnier, even if he was a jerk sometimes. (I learned that last night.) He was also handsomer, with his coffee colored skin and dark, chocolatey brown eyes. Caleb was a bit simpler, with his brown hair and blue eyes, and he seemed like he was trying too hard to impress me. Everything felt more natural and flowing with Elijah. Besides, Caleb was too much like the things and people I was trying to get away from.

The next day, I helped people  get water down by the brook. I enjoyed spreading joy.

Little birdie resting on the tree.

Tiny little birdie can’t spy me.

Flapping his wings gently in the air,

Flying in the sky with speed and flair.

He comes at dawn at he leaves at night,

This little birdie is quite a sight!

Standing proud and tall on his tiny little feet.

As you walk past hear him go “Tweet!”